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I felt my own heart crack like a bell that has been struck too hard. "You're a prisoner."

He turned. For the first time, I saw guilt in his eyes. "Her name is Isabella. She was the first." La Maldicion Del Amor Verdadero

I fell in love with a memory .

His name was Sebastián. He had died in 1689, a century before my birth. I found his portrait in a hidden crypt beneath the chapel: a young man with eyes the color of stormy mercury and a mouth that seemed to whisper secrets even in oil paint. On the frame, an inscription was carved in Latin: "Qui amat, peribit." He who loves, perishes. I felt my own heart crack like a